Friday, November 30, 2012
Book Fair is the Fairest
That week of Book Fair was really a lot of fun. Even though I was dead tired that Monday morning, November 26, 2012, I still had a good time helping the children pick out books, and organized the holds section where children could hold a book for 1 day so they could get money from their parents, or have their parents come in with them.
Friday, Amber and I cleaned up and got all the Book Fair stuff packed up so Scholastic could pick it up Monday morning.
Spane had asked for a book, Darth Paper Strikes Back, a funny little book on Origami.
Wait, Origami Yoda will have more to say as this story continues.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
The Mine of Minecraft
So, Spane really wants Minecraft. Before I bought it, however, I wanted him to try out the demo to see if it was worth buying.
Spane gets angry very easily. Spane doesn't go to sleep very well either. Over the summer, I just gave up on trying to get him to sleep on time. Finally, after 2am, I was too tired and went to sleep without him. When I got up in the morning, he was asleep on the couch. This went on like this until I woke up one morning, and he was still awake. Finally, his clock turned fully around and he was able to go to sleep at 9pm, and then the neighborhood possum snuck into the bedroom and woke him up.
Okay, I know, a possum. There was a juvenile possum in the neighborhood that had taken to coming in through the back kitchen door and eating Rolo's dry food. He was very nice and neat about it, never left any food on the floor. One day, he came in and laid down on Rolo, who was laying down on Spane. We called the possum Possie, and he was just a baby, so we kind of took him in.
Anyway, this thing with Spane and not sleeping, I told him when school started that I was still going to wake him up at 7am, even if he fell asleep at 6am. I thought I could retrain his body clock. I was wrong.
So, this Sunday night, he was all excited about Minecraft, and he was trying to figure out the demo game. He kept on falling in the water, and getting frustrated and ANGRY. There was really no talking to him, and he wouldn't let me go to sleep like he usually did. What was really bad was the next day, I had to be at Book Fair at his school, early to set up since Amber and I had no had a chance to do anything that Friday.
His method of not letting me sleep reminded me of what it done to torture prisoners - let them sleep for a few minutes, then wake them up. That is what he was doing, and it was the same thing that his father used to do. It made me get into defensive mode, instead of control mode. I lost, badly.
Spane gets angry very easily. Spane doesn't go to sleep very well either. Over the summer, I just gave up on trying to get him to sleep on time. Finally, after 2am, I was too tired and went to sleep without him. When I got up in the morning, he was asleep on the couch. This went on like this until I woke up one morning, and he was still awake. Finally, his clock turned fully around and he was able to go to sleep at 9pm, and then the neighborhood possum snuck into the bedroom and woke him up.
Okay, I know, a possum. There was a juvenile possum in the neighborhood that had taken to coming in through the back kitchen door and eating Rolo's dry food. He was very nice and neat about it, never left any food on the floor. One day, he came in and laid down on Rolo, who was laying down on Spane. We called the possum Possie, and he was just a baby, so we kind of took him in.
Anyway, this thing with Spane and not sleeping, I told him when school started that I was still going to wake him up at 7am, even if he fell asleep at 6am. I thought I could retrain his body clock. I was wrong.
So, this Sunday night, he was all excited about Minecraft, and he was trying to figure out the demo game. He kept on falling in the water, and getting frustrated and ANGRY. There was really no talking to him, and he wouldn't let me go to sleep like he usually did. What was really bad was the next day, I had to be at Book Fair at his school, early to set up since Amber and I had no had a chance to do anything that Friday.
His method of not letting me sleep reminded me of what it done to torture prisoners - let them sleep for a few minutes, then wake them up. That is what he was doing, and it was the same thing that his father used to do. It made me get into defensive mode, instead of control mode. I lost, badly.
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